JOHN. Well, don’t lose your heads.
PAMELA. Well, what are we going to do?
JOHN (hand to forehead). Already I have the whole scheme laid out here. It’s perfectly simple. This is absolutely an inspiration. Tully—Tully—must—cut—off—his—moustache!
TULLY (crossing to JOHN). No—I’m ready to oblige to a certain extent—but I’m not going to be messed about!
JOHN. It’s absolutely necessary. I’ve always been clean-shaven, and it’s the first thing that is noticed in a man. (To PAMELA.) Now get me a pair of scissors—quickly. (Pushing TULLY into arm-chair R.)
(PAMELA gets scissors from table L.C. and takes them to JOHN. She stands in front of TULLY. JOHN cuts off TULLY’S moustache.)
TULLY. I protest. I’m not going to be chopped about.
JOHN (over TULLY). If you only keep still you won’t know anything about it. Now, don’t move or I shall hurt you.
TULLY. I protest—I pro—gurr! gurr!
PAMELA (holding TULLY down in arm-chair). Oh, don’t choke him, John!